Friday Night

I slept most of today, so haven't written anything, and now I'm awake at midnight.  Coffee and fags of course.  Daisy has captured a mouse and is trying to get it out from behind the table, and the boys are watching her - she's Top Cat, so they wouldn't dare interfere.  She was the boss from the moment she met the others - she's a feisty little cat.  And a prolific hunter which is rather annoying.

I feel nervous about writing this blog - it reminds me of being depressed and talking about all that pain.  I can still feel the tendrils of low mood clutching at me, but they are getting fewer.  It takes about a month to get over a depression, so it's no wonder I sleep a lot.  I have a meeting in town, which will be the first time I've driven for 6 weeks, so I'm a bit apprehensive.  The allergy to quetiapine has now hit the soles of my feet - honestly, these drugs.

I'll have another fag then go back to bed.